When the Chip is Down
by Python Chick
Summary: Spike has a little fun after the chip is disabled. This was my second fic. S/?. Please R/R.
1. When the Chip is Down: 1/4

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, Arianna, and the staggering drunk, of whom I'm very proud of, lol. Everything else belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB. The song 'Motorbreath' belongs to Metallica and 'Thunder Struck' belongs to AC/DC. The phrase 'kick it up a notch' is Emeril's.  
  
Finished: November 4, 2000  
  
This story was written of how I think a vampire turning someone else would be like. I know that it's not what happens in Buffy's universe, but in my head it does. Not all of it makes sense but, hey, it's only my 2nd fic, be gentle.  
  
~~ Chapter One ~~  
  
I was glad to have that annoying chip deactivated. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it earlier though. All I had to do was hold a fist-sized magnet up to my head and the chip erased it's programming. Slay-em-Buffy or the rest of her little sheep didn't have a damn clue that it was useless. And I wanted to keep it that way for a while. One in a while I would go over to Giles' and would beg for some blood, pretending that I had no other source and they believed me.  
  
I watched as she said goodbye to her friends and left The Bronze. She was wearing a tight red leather miniskirt and a black tank top. I felt compelled to talk to with this young vixen, only 16 years of age. I left a few seconds after her and as I stepped out of the Bronze I saw her walking down the street. I was only a few steps behind her and I could hear her heartbeat. She knew I was there because she picked up her pace. *Stupid little chit. Dressed like that she should know she's bound to attract attention.* I thought as I pulled a cigarette out of the package in my duster inside pocket and lit it silently. I could smell her virginity and I grinned wickedly. The only thing tastier than fearful blood was untouched blood. As the lighter sparked she jumped and turned around to face me. I looked at her hand where she gripped a bottle of pepper spray. Personally, I like the taste of that stuff...I adds spice to the meal.  
  
"Stay away from me!" she said menacingly waving around the small can. I chuckled as I threw the cigarette butt onto the ground and stomped it out with my right boot.  
  
"What do you want?" she asked. I could hear her heart pounding and it was music to my vampiric ears. Although she was frightened, I knew she was more than a little interested in me.  
  
"Relax, ducks." I said. She watched my eyes as they moved all over her body. She shifted uncomfortably. "Don't worry, I'm not going to bite."  
  
"I just want to go home," she said. "Leave me alone."  
  
"I won't hurt you...in fact, I'll walk you home." I said smiling.  
  
"It's fine, I can get home by myself." she said.  
  
I stood there and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Suit yourself. But it's not my fault if some big guy gets a hold of you."  
  
She sized me up and relaxed a little. I'm not a big man, I admit. But I am strong. If I could fight Little Buff and survive, I could definitely take this girl down in five seconds or less. The little bird probably thought that one good kick from her three-inch heels would take care of any ill intentions...at least that's what most of my female victims tried. That's why women make such great victims...they think that it's a big surprise to us to get kicked in the crotch. Sure it hurts! It hurts like a bitch! But we always expect it, and only a few of us can prevent it. All I can say is that I learned very quickly.  
  
She hesitated for a few seconds but finally accepted my offer. Although she still held the mace in her hand. If I caught her off guard, I could easily steal it from her grasp.  
  
"So," I said, breaking the silence that I relished but that made her uncomfortable. I wanted to relax her nerves as much as possible, but still keep her pulse racing. I'm a sucker for great music...literally. "What's your name, Luv?"  
  
"A-Arianna," she replied nervously. He took a deep silent breath that she assumed I could not hear. She was trying desperately to calm herself. It was adorable. "What's yours?"  
  
"William," I said with pretend disgust. I actually liked my name, but I thought a mild fight would either relax her, or excite her. I was hoping for the latter.  
  
"That's a nice name," she said. "At least it doesn't mean 'Holy'"  
  
"It means 'Desire To Protect'." I replied.  
  
"Well right now it seems fitting." she smirked. She was beginning to trust me...now I needed a real test.  
  
Finally I got one. We'd only been walking for five minutes when a hopeless drunk staggered up to her and offered money for her services. For some reason this angered me. I pinned the guy up against a nearby building and looked him in the eyes. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I was thankful that my lungs didn't require oxygen. "Hey," I said sharply, putting on my best heroic act without trying to act too much like the soulful pouf, Peaches. "Apologize to the lady and get out of my face."  
  
The man grumbled his apology and I punched him out. "Wasn't good enough," I told her as we continued walking.  
  
"Um, thanks, William." she said quietly.  
  
"No problem," I said. "But please, call me Spike. Everybody else does."  
  
"Spike?" she asked surprised. "Who gave you that name?"  
  
I thought back to Angelus, Darla, Dru, and the countless Slayers and Watchers that had labeled me with that one. "Some old friends." I said smiling.  
  
We continued talking and I learned more about her. What music she listened to, what kind of movies she liked, where she worked...that sort of dreary stuff. My favorite story was that she had caught her last boyfriend, Tom, in bed with her older sister and dumped him a few days ago. She had told him at the beginning of their relationship that she wanted to wait to have sex until she truly loved him. And like a pig, he had gone to her own sister and shagged her. So she saved up money and moved out of her house. I didn't know why she was telling me all this, but I figured that was why she was dressed like that and was scared of me at first, yet still interested. She wanted attention. She wanted revenge.  



	2. When the Chip is Down: 2/4

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, Arianna, and the staggering drunk, of whom I'm very proud of, lol. Everything else belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB. The song 'Motorbreath' belongs to Metallica and 'Thunder Struck' belongs to AC/DC. The phrase 'kick it up a notch' is Emeril's.  
  
Finished: November 4, 2000  
  
This story was written of how I think a vampire turning someone else would be like. I know that it's not what happens in Buffy's universe, but in my head it does. Not all of it makes sense but, hey, it's only my 2nd fic, be gentle.  
  
~~ Chapter Two ~~  
  
We reached her apartment building, somehow familiar to me, and she led me upstairs. Who was I to deny her of the company that she pined for?  
  
We stood outside her door and were about to enter when Xander stepped out of an apartment across the hall carrying a garbage bag. So that's why I had recognized it. His new apartment was here. "Hi Ari," he said to her. Then he noticed me and practically spat my name out. "Spike."  
  
"Hi, Xander," she said turning to face him. "Do you guys know each other?"  
  
"Yeah," I replied. "He's one of my old buddies. Say, Xander, how's Anya doing?" I asked, pretending to care.  
  
"She's fine," he said, clenching his teeth while smiling.  
  
"That's good," I replied smiling.  
  
"Well, I'd better take this garbage downstairs," he said. "Oh, Spike, can I talk to you for a quick sec? It's about Giles." he added casually.  
  
"Sure," I said gritting my teeth, then looked at Arianna. "I'll just be a second."  
  
She opened the door and walked in as I turned to face Xander and walked towards him. *Please say it...please say it!* I pleaded. Finally, she answered my prayers. "Just let yourself in." *Yes!* I hissed in my thoughts.  
  
"Okay ducks." I smiled triumphantly to Xander as he closed his eyes in guilt at his failed attempt to stop Arianna from inviting me in. I mouthed the words 'Too late' to him. She closed the door behind her. And he asked the question he'd been wanting to since he saw me outside her door.  
  
"What the hell are you doing, Spike?! She's 16!"  
  
"Nothing...yet." I grinned. "She wanted a little company...I can't hurt humans you know, I still have that goddamned chip in my head! But when I get it out--"  
  
"Yeah, yeah...you'll come after us first, right?" Xander said.  
  
"Exactly." I spat. "Besides, she's a already a vampire." I lied. "Now, if you'll excuse me...I have a job to do."  
  
"You're sick, Spike," I snickered at his comment. "And if you do hurt her in any way, I'll stake you myself...chip or no chip."  
  
I entered her apartment and locked the door behind me. She had a nice place for a kid. Fully furnished with some nice luxuries such as a TV, CD player, and a computer.  
  
"Luv?" I called.  
  
"In the kitchen!" I heard her reply. I already knew where she was...I could've smelled her blood a mile away and pinpoint exactly where she was. I could also smell coffee. *Oh, bloody hell,* I thought. *She's going to want to bond first. Maybe I should just kill her now.*  
  
"Do you want some coffee?" she asked.  
  
"None for me thanks," I replied. "I don't drink caffeine. Makes me jittery." *I don't want to fill up on that crap, now do I?* I asked myself. I stifled a yawn. Even my inner monologue was more interesting than this little chit was. Hopefully not for long, though.  
  
"Put on some music if you want." she pointed to her CD player across the room and I rummaged through her CD selection. Boring...boring...boring...boring...aha! I finally got to some good stuff. I put Metallica and AC/DC into the player and set it to shuffle. 'Motorbreath' by Metallica came on first, my favorite. I kept the volume loud enough so that no one would hear her scream 'bloody murder', but low enough that it wouldn't bother the neighbors too much.  
  
"Look," I said. "I don't know why you invited me up here, but the only reason I accepted is to get what I want and leave." My words came out harsher then I expected but I stood my ground.  
  
"I know." she said quietly. "I want it too."  
  
"That's more like it," I said walking over to her. She was surprisingly tall for her age, and quite developed, I noticed at a closer range. I kissed her roughly on the lips and nibbled her lower lip until it bled. Her blood was sweet and chaste. Not much fear in it, so I decided to 'kick it up a notch'. I grabbed her arm, twisted it behind her back and held it there. She stiffened in pain and her heart jumped. *Now that's what I call blood.* I thought. She pulled away and gasped for breath. I kept her close but let go of her pinned hand.  
  
She smiled as she slid my leather duster to the floor. She lifted my shirt over my head and captured my mouth with hers as she pulled me towards the bed. For a virgin, she sure knew what to do. Her flesh was hot against the coolness of my skin. I wanted to feel more of it. She removed her tank top, laid back and pulled me on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as she began to kiss my neck. Maybe it was her forwardness that I liked, maybe it was her lithe body, but something made me want to keep her. My eyes searched her neck and I could practically see the blood pumping in her veins, never mind hear it. I couldn't stand it anymore. Suddenly, I vamped out and bit into her neck. Under the blaring of the song 'Thunder Struck' she squealed in pain until I covered her mouth with my hand.  
  
She was such a tasty vixen, I wasn't sure if I loved her, but I certainly loved her blood. "Do you want to die?" I asked her. I looked her in the eyes and she saw the blood dripping off of my fangs and onto her chest. She shook her head, crying...poor girl. "Do you want to live...forever?" she nodded furiously. I looked into her watery eyes. She was so scared, she didn't know what was even happening. I don't think she even knew what I was asking except she heard the word 'live'. I was dying to know what was running through her mind. No pun intended.  
  
I sank my teeth into her neck and she crushed my body close to hers in pain. After a few seconds, she was ready to be turned. She lay there listlessly. Oblivious to what I was doing, which was cradling her next to my chest. I used one of her fingernails to make a small incision on my chest. Almost immediately dark red blood oozed from it. I put her lips to the cut and it took a minute for her to realize what was happening.  
  
"Drink." I ordered her.  
  
Her face was damp from crying and she whimpered as she swallowed about a teaspoon of blood. She continued to take small sips until she craved more and began feeding from the cut like a parasite. "Hold on." I said holding her back. Her eyes were dazed and her mouth was smeared with blood. "That's enough for now. It will hold you until tomorrow." I said. She frowned at me with those big brown eyes. Did she really expect me to fall for that? "Go to sleep!" I said, firmly pushing her so she fell backwards on the bed. *They're so greedy when they're young.* I thought.  
  
I stood up and grabbed my cigarettes from my jacket. I looked at her through the bedroom door from the kitchen. She was already asleep. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. The sun would be up soon. I knew she'd have to look for food inside the building during the day, but it would be fun letting my childe run around, looking for a meal. *I'll let her choose the victim.* I thought. She knew these people. She'd seek out the person that she found most attractive but couldn't have. The fledglings always did. It was their form of punishment for the human; the 'If I can't have you...no one can.' sort of thing. My thoughts were cut off when I heard her screaming.  



	3. When the Chip is Down: 3/4

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, Arianna, and the staggering drunk, of whom I'm very proud of, lol. Everything else belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB. The song 'Motorbreath' belongs to Metallica and 'Thunder Struck' belongs to AC/DC. The phrase 'kick it up a notch' is Emeril's.  
  
Finished: November 4, 2000  
  
This story was written of how I think a vampire turning someone else would be like. I know that it's not what happens in Buffy's universe, but in my head it does. Not all of it makes sense but, hey, it's only my 2nd fic, be gentle.  
  
~~ Chapter Three ~~  
  
I crushed my cigarette on the balcony railing, ran back inside and kneeled on the bed next to her. Her hands were on either side of her body, gripping the bed sheets and ripping them to shreds as her slender body lurched in pain. She screamed and whimpered and prayed for the death that was slowly, but surely, coming to her. Amazingly, the music drowned out her screams and sobs. For the most part I had to muffle her screams with my hand...until she bit me. *Stupid chit.* I thought. She screamed much more than the others I had turned, but most of them were either drunk or stoned or didn't really know what was happening. This one knew.  
  
It happens when they sleep. Their death, I mean. It's almost as if the body waits for itself to relax before dying and bringing the most unbelievable pain...kind of ironic isn't it? First your heart stops beating, and you can't even imagine the pain that rips through your body as your organs slowly shut down and your lungs shrivel. It's like someone is scratching a metal garden rake across your entire body. Your body heats up and your blood boils as it stops flowing through your veins and arteries. It lasts for about twenty minutes and you're damn lucky if you don't remember it when you come to.  
  
I held her close and rocked her gently. I too had gone through this a long time ago, but my sire just let me lay there in distress. But what can I say; Dru was insane...literally. Arianna's flesh became hot against my stomach and I yelled out in pain before dragging her into the bathtub and filling it with cold water. It shut her up for about five seconds before the water got warmer from her body heat. It was killing me to watch her go through this, but it would be over soon and hopefully she wouldn't remember. I pulled her from the tub and dried her fevered skin with a towel. I laid her on the bed as she slowly calmed down and the pain ceased. She had finally turned.  
  
The next morning Arianna woke up. She looked around her dark apartment. I had hung quilts over the windows so the deadly sunlight could not get through. Her brown eyes came to rest on me, lying next to her watching her, and she smiled. She had no idea how loud she'd screamed last night in her sleep. I was glad for that. I was also glad that my bite marks were already gone. That way when she seduced her victim, they wouldn't think anything of it.  
  
I'm not sure if it was the fact that she was a vampire but she looked absolutely beautiful. I took her into the bathroom and she laughed when she couldn't see herself in the mirror.  
  
"That's wild!" she said touching the mirror's cold surface. "How come the clothes don't reflect, Spike?"  
  
"I don't quite know, luv. I always figured it's because they're touching our skin, so it's like they're a part of it."  
  
"Oh," she answered simply.  
  
"Also, you're not wearing clothes." I chuckled.  
  
She looked down and laughed. "Well, I got hot last night." she explained.  
  
"Well, I'll say you did." I replied, remembering her scorching hot flesh, which received another laugh from her. She didn't know what the hell I was talking about but she probably thought that we had shagged.  
  
She got dressed in a provocative outfit, not unlike the one she sported last night. This time, a white tank top that accentuated her breasts and a pair of tight denim shorts that fit her curves stunningly.  
  
That morning we stayed in her apartment. I taught her how to be a smart vampire and I told her about the Slayer, just as Angelus, Darla and Dru had told me. I didn't include the 'Scoobies' speech just yet; there would be time for that later. We trained for a while and she learned to fight easily. In no time, she was able to anticipate my every move and beat me to the ground. We played cards, told stories of our pasts, and made love. For me it was making love, for her it was just shagging, I suppose, because she didn't love me. But because I was her sire, she would use me until she did fall in love. At these thoughts, I slowly started to resent her...at least I thought I did.  
  
Dusk came quickly, just like she did. So naturally, that is what I named her. She loved it more than the name Arianna, although I never told her why I really chose it. I just told her that it was my favorite time of day and that she was my favorite childe, well, the only one that had a fighting chance against the Slayer. The others were all dead, but she didn't need to know that.  
  
She begged me to let her go out hunting so I let her. I advised her to bring her victim back to her apartment before killing it so that we could keep it a secret longer and not alarm the Slayer.  
  
"Bye Spike," she called as she left the apartment in her enticing attire.  
  
"Good luck, Dusk." I called after her before taking a long, cold shower. Then I realized what I felt wasn't resentment. It was jealousy. I loved her.  



	4. When the Chip is Down: 4/4

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, Arianna, and the staggering drunk, of whom I'm very proud of, lol. Everything else belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB. The song 'Motorbreath' belongs to Metallica and 'Thunder Struck' belongs to AC/DC. The phrase 'kick it up a notch' is Emeril's.  
  
Finished: November 4, 2000  
  
This story was written of how I think a vampire turning someone else would be like. I know that it's not what happens in Buffy's universe, but in my head it does. Not all of it makes sense but, hey, it's only my 2nd fic, be gentle.  
  
~~ Chapter Four ~~  
  
To this very day I still can't believe it. I loved her! It was the day that we had spent together I think. I was proud of her fighting skills and her witty sense of humor...she'd have a blast with the Slayer. But it wasn't like the situation was unordinary, a sire falling in love with its childe; Darla loved Angelus; Dru loved me; I loved Dusk. But usually a vampire would fall in love with someone, then turn them. She was so independent, and I thought that if I didn't tell her soon she would go back to Tom. If anything, the poncy bugger would break her unbeating heart.  
  
A few hours later I heard the apartment door open. I heard Dusk's voice ask her guest if they wanted to come in and I heard a man's voice accept. I quietly headed into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. Through it I could hear them talking casually. He sounded nice enough and wore a pleasant smelling cologne. It was vaguely familiar...I must have worn it before. I listened to them talk some more before I heard her growl and the man let out a small squeak. *Xander!* I thought. I'd know that squeak anywhere!  
  
I flung the door open and saw Xander standing a few feet away from Dusk, holding a cross and a stake. Dusk was poised in her fighting stance in the tight shorts and tank top...and with her face vamped, she looked absolutely exquisite. A voice brought me back to reality.  
  
"Spike!" he yelled, still waving the cross. "What did you do to her?"  
  
"Nothing!" I replied. My mind raced, trying to think of an explanation to give him. "She was a vampire when I met her...honest!"  
  
Dusk looked at me with shocked eyes. I ran up to her and tried to punch her, proving to Xander that I wasn't a fully functional vampire but also forgetting that she could kick my ass. In no time she had straddled me on the floor with my arms pinned above my head.  
  
"Hey, baby," I said grinning wickedly. "Not in front of the company." She glanced up at Xander and that was all I needed to push her off of me. I quickly stood up as she growled at me. She knew my game...I had been trying to trick them both into trusting me, but she was obviously smarter than Xander. But still not as smart as I was.   
  
She darted towards me and in a flash I was standing next to Xander. He tried to scare me off with the cross but I nonchalantly knocked it out of his grasp and across with room. I grabbed him from behind with my left arm around his neck and my right hand holding the stake a few centimeters from his chest. His arms were trapped at his sides by my arms. Dusk gasped. She had gone to get revenge on the one she loved. I thought it would have been Tom...not this clumsy fool.  
  
"So, this is your beloved? Right across the hall from you the whole time...it must have killed you to see him with another girl, right Dusk?" I tested her. She was watching me closely and whimpering just a little...just what I expected from a fledgling in love.  
  
"Dusk? That's your name?" Xander was completely confused...as usual.  
  
"Please, Spike," she pleaded. "I'll be honest...I've been trying to seduce you for a long time Xander, ever since I moved in here. You were so nice. And when I saw you with Anya, I saw how you treated her. You were so sweet and she was such a bitch."  
  
I smirked. This girl knew what she was talking about. On the plus side, she hadn't said anything about becoming a vampire by my hands...er, fangs.  
  
"Ari--I mean, Dusk," he corrected himself. "You're like a kid sister to me. I would never--"  
  
"Shut up!" I hissed in his ear. "Don't piss her off, idiot!"  
  
Xander shut his mouth. "Dusk," I said calmly. "You don't want this guy anyway...what about Tom? He hurt you so badly, wouldn't you like to go back and get him?" I succeeded in my task. I reduced her to tears. I hated to do it, as much as I loved her, I loved myself more. "He used you and then ran off to your slutty sister. There's an idea, go get your sister while you're at it. I'm sure both of them hate you anyway."  
  
She slowly walked over to the couch and sat down, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were dazed with disbelief that I, her sire, could hurt her so much with just a few little words. I silently let go of Xander's neck and signaled for him to stay quiet. I hid the stake behind my back and sat down beside Dusk. She looked at me with such pain in her eyes and I swallowed hard. Slayer or no Slayer, I couldn't hurt my Dusk.  
  
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Xander slowly creeping to the doorway. *Good, get out of here you moron. Then Dusk and I can leave Sunnyhell and be on our own.* I thought to myself. I cupped her chin and kissed her gently to distract her while Xander escaped, but it was to late. She growled as she pushed me back on the couch and ran to catch Xander. Before I knew what I was doing, I had flung the stake in Dusk's back and watched in horror as she slowly crumbled away to nothing. I was left staring at Xander's frightened expression. After all, he had just seen her kick my ass...what chance would he have had?  
  
I held my head in my hands and growled. "What have I done?" I asked myself.  
  
"Saved my sorry ass." Xander answered. "Why? I thought you'd be glad to have me dead."  
  
"Bad habits are hard to break, I guess." I replied glaring up at him.  
  
"Yeah, you mean like killing people and turning them into bloodsuckers?" he asked mockingly.  
  
I didn't want the Slayer to hunt me down and kill me just yet so I lied to him. "I told you...she was dead last night. You don't think there are any other vampires in town?"  
  
"What was with all the music then?" he asked, inching towards the door as if I was going to spring at him like a tiger.  
  
I decided I would give him a fright. I jumped up quickly and walked a couple steps towards him growling. He jumped back a step and I laughed at him. "Geez, can't a couple of vampires shag in peace? Besides, even if I could hurt people, do you think I'd waste my time in here? Not bloody likely when there is a huge buffet walking around Sunnyhell and a Slayer to kill."   
  
I looked down at my childe's dust. I picked up the stake and handed it to Xander, then turned around to sit on the couch letting out a big sigh. I can't believe what I had just done...and what's worse, I was trivializing it as if I'd meant to help Xander.  
  
"Get your cross and get the hell out of here." I snapped at him. He quietly walked to where his cross was and picked it up. He returned to his previous position at the doorway and looked at me.  
  
"You liked her didn't you?" he asked softly.  
  
"Yeah...what of it?" I answered flatly. I didn't care about anything he had to say.  
  
"Nothing...just wondering." he said turning to leave. He started walking out the door then stopped and turned around. "Spike, I'm sorry--"  
  
"Sorry for what? That I killed her?" I asked, smirking in spite of my real feelings. "Don't think I did it for you...it's a bad habit."  
  
"Look--" Xander started.  
  
"No, you look!" I yelled. "You don't know what I'm feeling or thinking so why don't you just sod off!"  
  
"Fine, Spike," he said quietly and left the apartment. I walked over and locked the door behind him. I leaned my back on the door and slid to the floor. Why was I sad? Was it real love or was it just lust? Ever since I got that chip out I'd been confused. Did I love the Slayer or was I just obsessed with something I couldn't have? *I have to get out of this town.* I thought to myself.  
  
I left her apartment shortly after midnight and climbed into my recently stolen car, taking a few of her CDs with me. Now I'm driving to wherever the gas in my car will take me. I had to get away from that place. It was ruining my unlife. I had become a softy. I, a demon, was helping my mortal enemies...again! But I guess Xander believed me when I told him I still had the chip because Buffy didn't come after me...yet. I'll stay away from Sunnyhell and lay low for a little while. I'll find some friends...we'll party...I'll kill them...the usual. Then we'll come back and reclaim the Hellmouth. Little Buff won't know what hit her. Well, I hope she'll know since I'll be drinking her blood and I want her to be conscious so she will know that I am not beneath her.  
  
I still miss Dusk...she was my teenage protégé. I taught her everything I knew about fighting and biting, and then I killed her. In a way, I'm glad that I was the one to kill her...that way the Slayer wouldn't have had the satisfaction of driving a stake through her heart. I kept a picture I found in her apartment and keep it in my wallet...that way I will remember her for eternity.  



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